Take Off • w.yh

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"YAH. LEE TAEYONG!"

Taeyong halts in his movements before facing you with a pout as if asking if he could kill Yukhei. "Just get me out of here... please" You add, eyes not meeting his.

And the older male can't help but smile, a little happy by the fact that you're relying on him. Then he tucked his gun away, ruffling your hair before bringing out a knife then kneeling down to cut the rope on your legs.

His brows furrowed when he saw marks.
"They tied it too tight" He muttered.

"What?"

"Nothing" You notice Taeyong mumble a bit more to himself before he says "Tell me y/n, how do you plan to pay for all of the money they lent?"

"Again... What?"

That causes Taeyong to pause for a moment, just when he was about to free your other leg, and look up at you with a brow arched. "You mean you don't even know why you're here? That's a pretty careless move from you y/n"

"You have no right to lecture me. A gang war broke out six years ago because of you so shut up"

Silence fills the air after that.
Once you were untied, Taeyong tosses you his knife then walks out. "Wait... Taeyong where are you-"

"-Untie that Idiot" He mutters, nodding towards Yukhei's direction. "I'm cleaning up your mess"

After Taeyong left the room, he returned fifteen minutes later and told you to follow him out. While exiting the building, you made sure to hold Yukhei's hand before he could try to escape.

The action flusters both of the boys, making them stutter out with mixed emotions "M- missed me that much huh?" "D-do you have to hold his hand?!"

You sighed. "You're acting like petty teenage boys. What the hell"

Silence fills the air after that. "And... I'm only doing this cause Yukhei might run off again"

*

An hour later and you found yourself riding shotgun with Yukhei at the back seat as Taeyong drove you off to who knows where.

From your seat, your eyes couldn't help but trail off to Taeyong whose hands were firm on the stirring wheel, his eyes focused on the road as the city lights illuminated his features.

"A picture would last longer you know"

"What the hell are you doing in Paris?"

"Business"

You arch a brow. "Really?"

Suddenly, Taeyong hits the breaks. "We're here"

You scoff when Taeyong avoided the question, exiting the car and standing in front of what seems like an abandoned warehouse.

Taeyong doesn't hesitate to enter the base. Meanwhile, you grab Yukhei by the arm as he was exiting the car, intertwining your fingers again before trailing behind Taeyong. 

Yukhei couldn't help but stare at you. Your eyes wouldn't meet his anymore, your shoulders were tense and your guard was up. "Relax y/n. Sorry about earlier but now I'm not going any-"

"-Shut up. I don't want to hear more lies"

This is why Yukhei didn't want to be around you anymore. Because you made him weak. You were able to hurt him more than bullets ever could. One look at your face, and he'd feel like shit for seeing your troubled expression, knowing he was the cause of it. He knew that he deserved whatever pain he felt though.

When you enter the warehouse, your eyes go wide when you open the door to see a long, empty corridor with multiple doors and hallways.

"Taeyong?" You call out, your voice creating an echo in the long dimly lit corridor.